Lyrics:
got a pocket full of be's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe
(Are those Bugle
round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo
I got a pocket full of be 's,
cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they
cannot hide it
Meeting Mister Right the man of my dreams the one who shows me true love or at least it seems
With brown cocoa skin and curly black hair,
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin' through the hood
Up to no good thats why'd stay
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
and do your next best, mi end you distress, mi lay you to
Rest, askel 45, New York gun take, well talk if you vex, try and jump in
A mi chest, so Mr.
Back stabbers in tha mothafuckin' place
Smilin' in my face
I got my hand on my gun
'cause they got me on tha run
Spice mutha fucin' One
I'm for
for who you think you're talking to
Lion King, I'm into jungle food Diamond into flawless wave
Lossless, Mob tied up bosses, Why are you saying you jump
Yeah, growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by
Everyone knows who we are (Knows who
demonstrate it
Cut out anyone who fuelled by blind hatred
Surround myself with like minded
back-stage chilling with the greatest
From day one, graft is the path
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
have anything to say before the court goes any further?"
Me jus' say
Me never bring no gun that day, Your Honour
Me never bring no gun that day,
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Jump out of the sunroof of the 540i
Shawty grind on me
She tried to get me for my shine
Put the 9 on me
cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come
I put fear in you
needs
I ain't trying to be high all by myself, baby
Come and pop this bean, rock with me
Come follow me, that body tea
I'm trying to see
Said you master
halen je kwijt
So don't run (ssh shh)
Jump on a ride met waps on side
Die mannen van daar zijn geen partij
Jump in die hooptie let's drive by
Ren
by an invisible line
Take a jump, explore the oceans
Dive into these brains in brine
I love cats, I don't like dogs
Don't like anyone who jogs
We got some shit make you turn around
We got some shit make you jump around
I got a gun that been never found
Big choppa on me and it's very loud
I'm
ignorant fools
Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule
Verse 1:
Me and my man contemplating
bitches trying to poison me
Niggas who kilt loyalty
Set me up, vested up my move accordingly
I ducked ice picks and ice sticks by cops who rookies
Hard
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
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